I was probably a little too rough. No – I was definitely too rough. I pushed her out of her comfort zone, tested her limits.
And she rose to the occasion like she was starving for it.
She’d even accused me of going easy on her. Of holding back.
My cock stirs at the memory, and I shift in my seat, forcing my attention back to the road.
I find myself wishing we could have one more night. Just one. What I wouldn’t give for it to happen. To explore every inch of her again. To find all the other ways I could make her scream my name.
Her breathing changes, becoming less rhythmic. She clears her throat softly.
I glance over. Her eyes are open, looking at me with that soft, sleepy expression that makes me warm right up.
“Did you have a good nap?” I ask.
She yawns and stretches, pushing her chest out. Those amazing tits strain against her T-shirt. We found some gymclothes in that storage room this morning. I have to force my eyes back to the road before I drive us off into a ditch.
“Yes, I did,” she says, her voice still husky from sleep. “Surprisingly good. I needed that.”
I’m reminded of something she said last night.
“Why did you hate your breasts when you were younger?” The question is out before I can stop it. “You told me that last night.”
She laughs, the sound filling the SUV. “Where did that come from?”
“Oh…um…you stretched, and I looked at them. I couldn’t help it.” I’m sure I have a sheepish look. “You have great tits, Wren. Like, amazing.” The words tumble out in a rush. “I can’t believe you ever had a problem with them. You don’t anymore, I hope.” I narrow my eyes on her for a moment before looking back at the dirt road.
She laughs again and shrugs, but doesn’t answer directly.
“You can’t be serious,” I tell her, risking another glance her way. “You have the best body I’ve ever seen…and I mean that. You’re pretty, too. Like girl-next-door but with a banging body. I wouldn’t blow smoke up your ass if I didn’t mean it. Beautiful, hot, sexy. You’re all of it.” I smile at her despite myself.
“Thank you,” she says quietly. “I know you wouldn’t just say that, and I appreciate it. I wish they were a little perkier, that’s all.”
“They’re plenty perky,” I assure her. “And they bounce beautifully…trust me on that one.”
She laughs again, and I keep smiling at her. I can’t seem to wipe the thing off my face even though my world has imploded. We’re in grave danger. Sally is dead. I’m a wanted criminal. I don’t care about myself, but I worry for Wren.
And still, I’m over here smiling like a fucking fool.
“You have a great smile,” she tells me.
I look over at her. Her cheeks have gone a little pink.
“It’s nice to see you smiling, Grim. You look a little lighter despite everything that’s going on.”
“I am,” I tell her. “I lost about a pound this morning.”
“It was definitely a good workout,” she agrees.
“Yes, it was, but that’s not what I’m talking about.”
“Oh.” She frowns, confused.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come that much in my life,” I tell her bluntly. “I’m sure I could have filled a bucket.”
She laughs so hard she bends over at the middle, clutching her stomach. She laughs until her eyes fill with tears.
“I cannot believe you said that.” She’s still laughing, gasping for breath. “You are terrible.”
